Thanksgiving Tryst

Tisha woke up late the next morning. She hadn't really gotten a good look at the house when she drove up last night as it had been dark. Now as she looked out the window of her bedroom she saw that house wasn't the right term, this was a mansion.

She knew intellectually that James's parents were rich, but to have the kind of money to keep a place like this as a second home was insane. The house had a three car garage, at least ten bedrooms, a separate guest house, and a view of a lake out the back side. The outside was yellow brick and the interior was all dark wood paneling.

Tisha went into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom to get herself ready for the day. As she did, she checked herself out in the mirror. She wore slinky pink pajamas over her very thin frame. The top clung to her perky b-cups and rode up enough to just expose her flat stomach.

She stretched one of her long dancer's legs up over her head and admired her leanly muscled, dark chocolate legs. Oh yeah, these legs could definitely steal a man from his wife.

She was just taking her long braids out of her satin pink bonnet when she heard the sound of raised voices.

"... I just don't know what you want from me anymore!"

Tisha looked around and saw another door in the bathroom that she had initially assumed was a closet… but there were voices coming from it? She moved towards the door and peaked through the crack. She could see another bedroom behind the door.

When James’s parents showed her to the room, they had said something about a "Jack and Jill" bathroom. Was this what they had meant?

"...whole point of coming here was to give us some time away from the kids, my parents-"

"Your parents don't know the first thing about raising kids."

She knew that voice well. It was Laronda, Tisha's sister. As she spoke Tisha saw her walk into her sightline. Laronda's body was shockingly different from Tisha's. Where Tisha was thin and tall, Laronda was short and curvy. Giant breasts that had only gotten bigger since she had kids, and a thick ass, compared to Tisha who could have been mistaken for a nice pair of ebony chopsticks. If not for their faces, you would have never guessed they were sisters

"Oh, so you don't think that my parents raised me well?"

"They raised you to just drop your kids off with their grandparents so you can get your rocks off!"

"While your parents just decided to run off on a cruise and flake on hosting Thanksgiving!"

As Laronda paced around the room in a huff, she walked out of Tisha's line of sight and James walked into it. Tisha had always thought it was not fair for a short girl like her sister to steal such a nice tall man like James, who were tall girls like Tisha supposed to date?

James was a tower of a man, tall and thin. He had pale white skin and short dirty blonde hair. He wore his light, golden-brown beard cropped close to his face. His chest was muscular but not overly so. Tisha could make out the subtle outlines of pecs and a sixpack of abs beneath a well-trimmed mat of tawny chest hair. But it was what was dangling below his abs that really caught Tisha's eyes.

James wore a pair of light gray briefs that left nothing to the imagination. He was flaccid, but still longer than any Tisha had ever seen. At least ten inches. Oh yes. She was absolutely going to get a taste of that.

"What am I supposed to think, Ronda, when you won't even touch me anymore?"

"You're supposed to grab those balls of yours and man the fuck up James. I can't with you right now." Laronda said and walked out into the hallway.

Tisha hadn't really been paying attention, but she got the gist of it: trouble in paradise. Perfect. Laronda was always bragging about how perfect her relationship was, and they never so much as showed a crack in public. But this, this was her chance.

Tisha was so lost in her schemes, she almost didn't notice when James started for the bathroom door. Fuck, I can't let him know I was snooping! She rushed to the other door and slipped back into her room. Closing the door from the bathroom to her bedroom just in time.

***

After lunch, James's parents proposed that they all go out on a hike together. This was usually the kind of thing that Tisha would have avoided like the plague. It wasn't like Vermont was particularly warm in late November. But the sun was out and she wasn't going to pass up a chance to chat with James.

Aaron and Veronica, James and Laronda's two adorable milk chocolate kids, led the way, rushing ahead along the steep trail. James was close behind, then Tisha, James' parents (Carol and Bert), and Laronda who brought up the rear huffing and complaining about all the nature the whole way.

"Uh, these thorns keep catching on my clothes."

And

"Don't touch anything Aaron, everything is dirty out here."

And

"Aaah! Is that a spider?"

Tisha didn't actually disagree with anything Laronda was saying, (she was a city girl herself), but she didn't want James to know that. They had made it about halfway up the path when Laronda finally gave up.

"Kids, I think we have to head back, your mom's about to give up."

"Nooo!" Chorused Aaron and Veronica.

"Oh we can take you back down dearie." Carol said. "I’m about beat myself. Let the kids get some energy out."

Laronda and James shared a look.

"C’mon hun, I'm sure Yvonne has whipped up some great snacks back at the house already." Bert said.

"Alright." Laronda said finally. "You coming, Tish?"

"Naw, I'll catch up later. Got to stay in shape for the show."

"Whatever" Laronda said solemnly, and started back down the hill.

"Yay! Thanks mommy!" Aaron said.

"C’mon Auntie Tish, race you to the top?" Veronica asked.

"Race your brother, I'll be right behind you." Tisha said and the kids charged off up the trail.

"In shape for the show?" James asked conversationally when the kids were out of sight.

"Yeah, I started my internship with the Alvin Ailey Dance Company a few months ago. I'm gonna be in a performance in a few months." Tisha said brightly.

"Wow! That's a big deal. We'll have to bring the kids down to the city to watch you."

"That'd be great. Though I don't know if Ronda will want to, she's never really been that excited about me being a dancer. I doubt she'd want the kids to get ideas about that being a ‘real job’ or anything."

"Nonsense! Veronica loves to dance. I'm sure she’d go wild to see her auntie on the big stage."

"Yeah, well, best of luck convincing my big sis of that."

James sighed. "Yeah… Has she always been this hard headed?"

"One hundred percent. Since we were kids. It was either her way or the highway. If you didn't do things how she wanted, she would sulk or scream, or blackmail you. Whatever it took to get her way.

James sighed again. Tisha could see in his eyes that he was well acquainted with her sister's manipulation tactics.

"I won. I won!" They heard Veronica calling in the distance.

"You cheated!" said her brother.

Tisha and James came around the corner to a beautiful vista looking out over the forest.

"Wow, that is gorgious." Tisha said, looking partially at the vista and partially at James's tall body silhouetted against the sky.

"Yeah… I wish… sigh… I wish Ronda could appreciate beauty like this…. I guess, as an artist, you just have more of an eye for the aesthetic than she does."

Tisha smiled. She couldn't tell, but she swore James was admiring her legs as he said that.

"Anyway, c’mon kids let's head back down. Don't want mommy to wait too long for us." James said after a moment of silence.

"Rematch to the bottom!" Aaron called, already running ahead. Veronica jumped up to try to catch him. And they cavorted off into the distance. Tisha and James followed more leisurely.

As they came up to a large pile of leaves on the trail, Tisha had an idea.

"Oh!" she cried, slipping on the leaves and falling back into James's waiting arms.

He caught her and held her close. She could feel the strong muscles of his chest press against her face. She took a deep breath of his musk, it smelled like cloves.

"Oh no! Are you ok?"

The first thing they taught you as a dancer was how to fall, but Tisha wanted to milk this for all it was worth.

"Ow, my ankle!"

“Oh no! I hope you can still dance on it?" James said, sounding honestly guilty.

"No, I think it will be fine… Can you just… help me down the rest of the trail?"

She put her arm over his shoulder, hoping that he would just take some weight off her ankle, but he reached under her legs and pulled her up into his arms, one hand under her legs the other firmly grasping her ass. Damn that felt good.

"Sure! You’re light as a feather. " He said with a smile.

She wrapped the other arm around his neck and snuggled up into his chest as he slowly picked his way down the rest of the path. The heat of his body, the firm grip of his hand on her butt, the way he looked down into her eyes, mmmh it was almost too much. She could hear his heartbeat and could feel it pick up pace every time he glanced down. Oh yeah, he was thinking it. The tension was palpable. She looked up at him with her big doe eyes, their faces, inches apart. It took all her self-restraint to fight the urge to kiss him right there in the woods.

She might have given in too, if she hadn't heard the kids calling from the trailhead.

"You cheated again!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Ok, I think I can walk on it now." Tisha said, and James slowly lowered her to the ground.

"Oh yeah, much better. Thanks so much! I would have def twisted it if you hadn't been there!" She said, giving him a tight hug, taking one last feel of his strong back. He hugged her back and she swore he took one last squeeze of her skinny ass before bounding off after the kids.

Oh yeah. It’s going down.

First Sunday: The Hike